Now, fifty years after the event, which has had an indelible, although often unrecognized, effect on my life, I wonder, and reminisce, and smile with the remembered pleasure. Does he remember too? Does the memories cause that old, familiar surging deep in his loins like they do mine? Even now I feel the lubricant begin to form on my tired, wrinkled appendage of joy as I begin this journey by written word of teenage discovery, forbidden experiences, and true knowledge of another being.
We were both eighteen when we met. He was a senior at the private school where I had, through my own stubbornness and dislike for authority, sentenced myself. Whereas he was in a private school because his family could afford it, I was there because I foolishly believed I could grab a wooden ruler out of a teacher's threatening hand and smack her across the head with it just as she had me and actually get away with it! No such luck! I had been unceremoniously dragged to the principal's office and summarily expelled from school in the beginning of my senior year. I wasn't ready to completely abandon my education so, after some investigation and tear-felt conversations with my parents; I enrolled at the diploma mill private school known as Fernhall Academy in Fort Lauderdale, Florida.
The school was small, just as Fort Lauderdale was at that time in the late fifties. There couldn't have been more than forty students in the entire school and ninety percent of them were in grade school. It turned out that Chuck, myself, and two girls were the entire senior class, so it was a given that Chuck and I would gravitate to each other. We became inseparable friends, spending most of our time in and out of school together. One wouldn't expect such a union, actually, as we were complete opposites in physical appearance. While Chuck had black hair and was outgoing, I was summer-blond and somewhat introverted.
We were both theater ushers, working at a theater on Las Olas Boulevard called "The Colony". This was in the age when theater ushers wore fancy uniforms and were often viewed by the younger girls with a certain amount of awe and flirtation. That fact was another common thing between Chuck and I...we both never failed to take advantage of the young girls infatuation, often competing with one another to see who could get to "first base" with one girl or another. I have to admit now that Chuck seemed to have better luck than I, easily winning any girl we were both trying to pick up. In retrospect, I guess it was that particular knack of his that attracted me to him, made me not only envy him, but also made me want to get closer to him. Not that I had any thoughts of homosexuality at that time...just an undefined attraction that I was not consciously aware of.
Then came the day when I became aware of that attraction--and more. It was one of those slow days in the theater. A day where few of the available seats were filled, due mostly to the fact that the film showing at that time was really terrible, a film that few people were willing to waste their fifty cents on. On such days Chuck and I would often sit in either the very top row in the balcony, just below the projector booth, and bull shit the time away. On this particular day, Chuck suggested we go sit on the stairs that led into the projector booth--a location that was completely private due to the wall separating the seating below to the entrance into the booth. I knew that Chuck had used that private spot on a few occasions when he had a chick to make out with, but it surprised me that he suggested we sit up there.
"What if we have some people come in or the manager looking for us?" I nervously asked, unsure if it was a good idea for both of us to be out of sight as we were the only two ushers on duty.
"Ah, not a problem. What fool is going to pay to see this movie?" Chuck brushed my protests aside. "I just like the privacy of up there."
Mollified, I followed Chuck up the short aisle and around the separating wall and sat down beside him on one of the carpeted steps. We sat there in silence for only a moment when Chuck began to wave his small flashlight beam around, passing it over my face a couple of times. We had been talking about one of the scenes in the movie that was showing which had a hypnotist putting a spell on one of his patients and Chuck had mentioned that he wished he could hypnotize people.
Chuck must have been thinking of the scene again as he passed the beam across my eyes a couple more times and remarked, "I bet I can hypnotize you."
With that remark, Chuck began to rhythmically move the beam back and forth across my eyes. I was amused by his actions, certain that I could not be hypnotized, and decided to play along. Although my eyes were focused straight ahead somewhere above Chucks head, I saw him move one hand down to his pants and then I heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down. I was surprised when I saw him pull his cock out and stroke it a couple of times, but I didn't reveal my surprise as he continued to move the light beam back and forth.
"Your eyes are getting heavy," Chuck whispered. "Follow the light and relax. Let yourself come under my spell. Your eyes are getting heavier and heavier. Sleep, go to sleep."
I recognized the lines from the movie and had the sudden impulse to laugh at Chuck's amateurish attempt at hypnotism, but I controlled it, curious as to where our little game was going. My peripheral vision revealed that Chuck was now actively massaging his cock, his thumb stroking across the tip, spreading a thin sheen of precum over the burgeoning head.
"You are now under my spell," Chuck droned in a soothing voice. "You will stay under my spell until I clap my hands. When I tell you to do something, you will do it without hesitation. Do you understand me?"
Playing the game, I replied in a robotic voice, "yes, sir. I understand. I will obey."
Chuck lowered the beam of light to focus on his rigid cock and commanded, "Kiss my dick."
If it wasn't for wanting to play the game to it's conclusion, I most likely would have laughed in Chuck's face at his command, as we had joked many times with a phrase something like "kiss my add". But for some reason, some reason I can't now explain other than to say that I really wanted to do as he commanded, I leaned forward and planted a closed-mouth kiss on the tip of his cock and then straightened back up. I could feel that some of his precum had transferred to my lips, but resisted the temptation to lick it off.
"Very good. You did very well. Raise your hand if you are fully under my spell," Chuck ordered.
I mechanically raised my hand, knowing to leave it raised as though I was fully under his spell and had to wait for his command to lower it.
Chuck grinned when I raised my hand. "You may lower it now. You are now going to do something that you won't remember when awakened. But when I give you the magic word 'sleep', you will once again be under my spell and do what I am going to have you do now. Do you understand? Smack your lips if you do?"
As though I truly was hypnotized, I smacked my lips in response and waited for Chuck's next command, but was surprised when he stood and pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles before sitting back down.
"Kiss my dick again, but French kiss it this time," came the order.
I began to realize that I was enjoying our little game and at the same time was feeling a stirring in my loins, my own cock beginning to stir as I bent forward and planted by open mouth on Chuck's pulsating cock, pleased when I heard him moan.
"Ummm, yeh, run your tongue around the head," Chuck whispered. "Think of it as French kissing a girl. Make love to it."
I began to run my tongue in circles around the head, tasting the slickness of Chuck's precum, appearing to flow heavier. I felt Chuck's hand rest on the back of my head as he directed, "go up and down now. Suck me. Show me that you love sucking my dick."
I was tempted to confess to Chuck that I was not hypnotized but actually wanted to suck his cock, but decided I enjoyed it more to have him tell me what to do, so I did as directed, sucking his cock like I had mine sucked on the rare occasion I received a blow job. I made every effort to suck the stiff, veined cock just like I liked mine sucked, actually beginning to love the experience, my tongue and lips massaging and teasing the full length, from the sparsely covered hair of Chuck's balls to the slitted, rubbery tip while Chuck's moans became louder, more pronounced, and his breathing labored. By now his cock was striking the back of my throat, almost causing me to gag, but I was able to control it, not really thinking about it as I lavished attention to the entire six inches of meat.
After about ten minutes, Chuck's hand on the back of my head pressed my face hard into his crotch and he curled his pelvis upward and then I felt the first spurt of cum strike my throat, followed by several more spurts that filled my mouth to almost over-flowing until I managed to swallow. I was surprised by the taste, expecting it to taste foul, but instead it was just slightly bitter and hot, the very taste erotic in itself and I decided I LIKED it! I worked to suck every ounce of cum from Chuck's body once the pressure on my head eased, hungry for more of the elixir. I knew at that moment that I loved cock sucking and my sexuality was changed forever.
Chuck finally pulled my mouth off of his cock, rubbing the head across my lips as he did so, then quickly standing and pulling his pants up, stuffing his shrinking cock back in his pants. He smiled down at me and then clapped his hands, "Do you remember anything from the last few minutes?"
Still playing the game, I nodded. "Sure, we were talking about hypnotizing and you were shining that damn light in my eyes, telling me you could hypnotize me."
With a laugh, Chuck admitted, "you're right--I couldn't hypnotize you. I tried, but I guess I wasn't doing it right or something. Oh, well, it was worth a try." Then he took me by surprise when he uttered, "sleep."
It took seconds for me to remember that 'sleep' was to be his command for once again putting me under a hypnotic spell and I quickly recovered and froze as though I was waiting for his next command.
Obviously testing me, Chuck compelled, "kiss my dick through my pants."
Without hesitation, I leaned forward and eagerly kissed the now-small lump in his pants, leaving a telltale wet ring from my salivating lips. Pleased, Chuck once again clapped his hands, pretending that nothing had happened, "well, we better get back down stairs before the boss comes looking for us."
I stood and followed Chuck back down the stairs to the main floor of the theater; completely unaware that old Roger, the projectionist, had seen everything that had transpired between chuck and I through the porthole in the wall of the booth. He had ended up splattering his load of cum on the wall as he had jerked himself off, excited by the scene on the steps below the booth. As I followed Chuck down the ramp, I considered what had happened between us and realized that our relationship had changed. Now I understood why girls seemed to prefer him when we contested for their attention, for I was feeling more than an attraction now for my buddy, something akin to love. I knew that I wanted to suck his cock again and again and wondered if he would have me 'under his spell' again. If not, I knew that I would have to initiate the action.
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Fortunately for me, Chuck evidently had thoroughly enjoyed the blow job he had received from his 'hypnotized' play mate, for it was only a few days later when we were driving out to the beach one night after a day's work. Chuck pulled his car into a stand of trees and brush down near the jetties and the Yankee Clipper. He turned off the motor and turned sideways in the seat to face me, his right leg pulled up and bent to the side against the seat back. Without preamble, he muttered, "sleep".
I had been waiting and hoping that Chuck would issue his 'magic' command and immediately pretended to fall into a hypnotic state, sitting there, staring straight out of the front window like I believed a truly-hypnotized person would while awaiting the next command.
